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Another drabble I did a while back.
Title: The Failure of A Pygmalion
Rating: G
Fandom: Avatar: The Last Airbender
Pairing: Katara/Haru
Disclaimer: Avatar is not mine. Nor do any of it's characters.
Perfection is impossible for anyone, save those who waste their lives to attain the lofty goal. Haru wasn't actively searching for perfection for himself. No...perfection for him wasn't achievable but...
A quick movement of his left hand shortened the stone figure. No! His “model” was now too short...so a deft movement of the right reversed it. That was better. Haru wanted to stay true to the memory of the rebellious Waterbender.
The image couldn't be just any woman. It had to be her with that confident smile ever so slightly gracing her lips and with those eyes that seemed to be always full of thought. Stone couldn't do Katara justice and that was obvious but Haru knew, deep inside, it was probably more reachable than Katara herself.
Stone couldn't wipe away tears that dripped down itself or press back when kissed. Stone couldn't think of schemes that would surely fail but seemed plausible anyways. Stone couldn't talk back or comfort the hurt. Stone couldn't be alive...no matter what shape it took be it an animal or a human.
If the statue had been seen by others that had seen the same woman it would've been marveled over. It was almost perfect...the form and face was flawless. Katara, herself, no doubt would have been deeply flattered.
But, no, that wasn't the fate of Haru's work. He looked at what he made with a weary eye. The statue stared back, carven eyes staring with the same unfocused look of a person half-asleep. It looked bored with being stone, even it's mouth seemed to frown in a subtle way. This didn't please him. The stone figure of Katara was beautiful in its own right but something felt wrong.
It wasn't the original.
Haru had come into the small canyon with nothing except a vision and his Earthbending skills. He left the canyon with nothing, however, a small pile of rubble was discovered soon after his departure.
He loved the original but didn't want to defile her memory by falling in love with mere stone.
Title: The Failure of A Pygmalion
Rating: G
Fandom: Avatar: The Last Airbender
Pairing: Katara/Haru
Disclaimer: Avatar is not mine. Nor do any of it's characters.
Perfection is impossible for anyone, save those who waste their lives to attain the lofty goal. Haru wasn't actively searching for perfection for himself. No...perfection for him wasn't achievable but...
A quick movement of his left hand shortened the stone figure. No! His “model” was now too short...so a deft movement of the right reversed it. That was better. Haru wanted to stay true to the memory of the rebellious Waterbender.
The image couldn't be just any woman. It had to be her with that confident smile ever so slightly gracing her lips and with those eyes that seemed to be always full of thought. Stone couldn't do Katara justice and that was obvious but Haru knew, deep inside, it was probably more reachable than Katara herself.
Stone couldn't wipe away tears that dripped down itself or press back when kissed. Stone couldn't think of schemes that would surely fail but seemed plausible anyways. Stone couldn't talk back or comfort the hurt. Stone couldn't be alive...no matter what shape it took be it an animal or a human.
If the statue had been seen by others that had seen the same woman it would've been marveled over. It was almost perfect...the form and face was flawless. Katara, herself, no doubt would have been deeply flattered.
But, no, that wasn't the fate of Haru's work. He looked at what he made with a weary eye. The statue stared back, carven eyes staring with the same unfocused look of a person half-asleep. It looked bored with being stone, even it's mouth seemed to frown in a subtle way. This didn't please him. The stone figure of Katara was beautiful in its own right but something felt wrong.
It wasn't the original.
Haru had come into the small canyon with nothing except a vision and his Earthbending skills. He left the canyon with nothing, however, a small pile of rubble was discovered soon after his departure.
He loved the original but didn't want to defile her memory by falling in love with mere stone.